"Faith, man! but you wear a glum face! As for me, I could dance with joy! Surely there is no longer any cause for fear. Our boat is on the beach, the FOAM CREST not two miles out at sea, and my husband will be here, under this very roof, within the next half hour perhaps. Sure! there is naught to hinder us. Chauvelin and his gang have not yet arrived.""Nay, madam! that I fear we do not know.""What do you mean?"
"He was at Dover at the same time that we were.""Held up by the same storm, which kept us from starting.""Exactly. But--I did not speak of it before, for I feared to alarm you--I saw him on the beach not five minutes before we embarked.